"Girl," he took her head in his hands. "It will take much to convince me... Why, you're shaking, trembling like a leaf on a tree in a cold, winter's night." He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. "Oh, how I wish I could feel your pain. Your fear seeps out from you every pore and down the back of my hands. How I wish I could feel the pain. But I cannot!"
He shoved her back and she fell, landing on her elbows.
"You do nothing for me. You cannot give me pain, and you refuse to give me pleasure. Let's see if you can give me a life."
He turned and motioned to one of the guards to come forward and grab her. "Take her away and clean her up. Put her in my chamber when you're done... and be nice."
The girl stood and began to walk backward, toward a door. "Please, don't kill me." she begged, her voice little more than a whisper. "I've been a faithful servant. I don't deserve this."
"I decide what you deserve!" he yelled. "I gave you life! I put a roof over your head, food in your belly!"
He walked to where she was standing and leaned his head forward so their noses touched. "Ahh... your warm breath escapes from your inner self, it wraps itself around my neck. I can tell what you are thinking, do not try to deceive me. Your breath tells me everything. It passes by your heart and carries with it your deepest thoughts and desires."
He opened his eyes and stared into hers until she could stand no more and shut them tight.
"You will do as I say, girl." He motioned once again for the guard to take her away.
* * *
The young girl, barely into her youth, stood in the darkened chamber. The light of the single candle that burned only just lit the area in which she was standing. The cold air from the open window crept in and bit her to the bone. Most of the night had passed since she was bathed and brought here by one of her sisters. Osyphus had not shown himself since he ordered her brought here. Her thoughts wondered and she was caught up in the nightmares that were conceived in her young head. She was scared, terribly scared. She walked to the window in hope that the view would keep her mind on other, more pleasant things.
She looked out across the valley in which the castle lay to the distant mountains. It was drizzling outside and she wondered about her brother and his two friends. Where were they now? Why had they left her here? Would they be arriving in Haate soon and would they bring an army big enough to defeat Osyphus? She worried that they would not recognize her; she had suffered too much to not be changed.
And finally, what did her master have in store for her? What had he meant when he asked if she could give him a life? Certainly he did not mean to impregnate her, that would be impossible, the elf had taken care of that. He must intend to kill her and take her soul into his own, for that is how he has sustained his life these many centuries. She would try once more to change his mind, if only he would show himself.
A low, screeching sound came from the far end of the chamber.